The Losing Battle
by Atomicxdragon
Summary: It is the 67th annual hunger games. For 67 years the capitol has been taking 24 young teens into a battle to the death. Bequel is a citizen of district four, she only has one real friend, but that doesn't make going into the arena any better. (First story, yay!)
1. Chapter 1

My feet were firmly planted in the water. The muscles in my legs didn't strain I kept them tight and unmoving. I stood in the water for the better part of ten minutes before I saw my opportunity. The fish worked its way towards me; it was unaware of my threat to its life. I hardened the grip I had on my weapon; it was a trident that worked a lot like a spear. The middle prong was much longer than the other two. Slowly as not to disturb the fish I lifted the long pole out of the water, the fish swam forward. I took aim at it, waiting for it to glide a few inches closer.

"Quel!" A shout came from ten feet off. The fish was able to sense the tremors of my father racing towards me. I hissed mean words of frustration under my breath then threw my spear at the fish. Somehow, I pinned it.

The fish was not dead, but my trident was stuck in the fibers of its tail. I took hold of the weapons handle and reached for the fish. It was rough to the touch, and also hard to hold onto. Carefully I pulled the fish, and the trident, out of the water.

My dad who was splashing up to me in the waist deep water started speaking "Why are you fishing?" He inquired as he came up behind me.

"It calms me." I replied pulling the fish free from my weapon.

"I'm glad to see you have an interest in the family business," he stated proudly. With a hard pat to the back; the fish sailed out into the water, my thoughts riled with anger. "But the reaping is starting in twenty minutes!"

I glared at him then pushed my way to shore. Being shorter and thinner than him I was able to keep out of his grasp and we trudged through the water. At the small beach I set my spear inside the weapons shed. My father was just emerging from the water as I locked the shed.

I raced to the house to make sure I didn't get a lecture about wasting food. Our house is set on the edge of a cliff facing the ocean. It is covered in peeling blue paint. The white trim isn't peeling, but in the sun it's slowly turning tan. I set foot on the porch that wraps around the house, and my dog barks from inside.

I slip through the door and step over the heavy set husky. My mother is in the kitchen clearing the dishes from lunch, and my two little brothers are playing trains in the living room.

Our bedrooms are all situated upstairs. Mine probably the dirtiest, the floor is covered in shirts and shorts. I don't even care about stepping on the clothes as I pull open my dresser.

I peel off my swimming shorts and t-shirt and put on a black dress. The dress sits at my knees and bounces around my thighs. There is lace on the bodice and trim, it nearly blends in because it is a dark navy blue.

I look into the mirror on my dresser; my hair is sticking out from its pony tail like a black nest that a bird knit together with twigs. I manage to work out the band without becoming bald. It's even messier once it's not secured back.

"This is going to take a while" I sigh to myself starting the work on my hair.

I manage to smooth out my hair and fish-tail it over my right shoulder. The braid nearly comes down to my elbow and takes a long time to create. On the back of my head I secure the fly away hairs with a clip that is shaped like a trident. I put its much larger twin on the left side of my head.

My head now branded with the emblem if district four I put on red flats just in time to be called downstairs.

"Bequel we have to leave!" My mother shouts up the stairs. I took one last look at my fixed hair do and run out the door.

The government building is the backdrop for the large stage set in town square. We walk there of course; nobody owns a car these days. My tanned skin feels hot under the burning sun as I step in line with my brother to get our blood drawn.

Only one of my brothers is eligible this year, he turned twelve this past summer and this is his first games.

We sign in, he cries for a moment after the blood is drawn, but he is able to wipe the tears away. I don't even flinch. This is my fourth year eligible and the program runs like clockwork.

I tell my brother to go to his group, and I place myself in the 16 year old girl section.

My best friend, Tori, shouts a greeting at me and pushes to a spot next to me.

"Hey! Are ready for another boring speech?" She chips. I shrug "as I'll ever be."

Tori is shorter than me, her hair is a shining white blonde, and as a result of pounds of suns cream she is still fair-skinned. She is really my only friend in the district. There are a few people that I manage polite conversation with from time to time, but no one else I would call friend.

"Ready or not," she spoke after the mayor shouted out "Welcome to the 67th annual hunger games!" Tori was careful not to disturb those who actually listened "here it comes" she murmured.

The mayor had a jolly voice; it seemed it fit him, he wasn't exactly thin. His head started balding last year, and the hair on the crown of his head is gone. He went through his speech about honor and punishment that is showcased by the games.

They play a movie about district 13 when the speech is over. At the end of the movie there is a reporter at the site of the ruined district. I look at the top corner and watch the bird that flies by each time. It isn't unusual, the movie never changes, but I find comfort in the small bird.

The movie ends and the district escort walks up to the microphone. He is a tall man, probably a foot taller than me; it's obvious he is from the capital because he is wearing a cape that has got to be inappropriate for this weather.

The cape has a collar that practically covers his face, and wraps around the back of his head. The material is purple, the same shade as the purple skunk streak in his black hair. He is wearing a blue scarf, and a black shirt.

"Ladies first" His voice echoed over us, he had an accent that resembled the old English accents people used to have. I cross my fingers hoping it's not my brother, or Tori.

"Bequel Blanchard!" the capitol man shouts.  
I see Tori shift and open her mouth "Don't you dare volunteer for me" I hissed at her, there was no way I would let her take my place. She shut her mouth and her eyes looked at me wet and shining.


	2. Chapter 2

The reality doesn't hit me until I'm on the stage. I am going to go into a blood battle. Not one that just happens on its own, one that is controlled. I'm going to die, or maybe I won't, I'll just have to kill my peers.

On stage the crowd seems like a deafening sea of faces I don't even look for my family for a second before my head hurts.

I shake hands with the mayor, and the escort. The district mentor doesn't move from his seat. Finnick Odair. His skin is tan, like most in district four, his hair is bronze colored, he's very muscular, and there is no point denying it, he's attractive.

I only steal a glance at him for a moment before the district escort continues.

"We have our female tribute!" The crowd obediently cheered "Now it's time for our male!" He reaches into the bowl of names. The slip of paper he pulls out unfolds in his hand and he reads it into the microphone.

"Grant Blanchard." He shouts.

I hold in a scream it rips and tears on my lungs. One name. He had only one slip in the bowl. How can I be a tribute with my brother? There had to be something wrong with It. Something illegal. There wasn't though. It's the capitol; they don't care about taking two children from a family.

There are screams, and cheers but every lasting moment in my mind is tuned to the unfairness. I would have to die. My brother would be my only reason to get to the end, and then I would give in so he could win.

The scream was still stuck, trying to work its way up my throat and into the crowd. I swallow it down; there is nothing worse than showing weakness on reaping day.

My brother never came onto the stage. Instead I am faced to a boy my age. He's seventeen, his hair brown and sticking in every direction, his jaw line strong at this moment, but I usually only see it soft, as he awkwardly fumbles to give me change.

Fen Ecthelion.

The delivery boy; my father owns a fishing company, which requires having a lot of hooks and bait. A local store delivers our supplies to our house, and Fen Is the one who does it. He is the son of the owner and he is there when I deliver fish to their stores too. We often have to stand next to each other for a moment as one of us fumbles for correct change.

I shake his hand oblivious to what was going on. Did I hear his name right? Was I only imaging my brother being called? No that happened, the surprise and pain was so real to deny it. So why did Fen come up instead?

The screams I thought were cheers, whose mouth did they come from? My mother? Grant? Or was it Fen? Were they someone screaming for a child, or someone screaming to save one?

The whole Idea was thrown out I'd my head, even if I just threatened my friend to not do so.

He volunteered.

Why would he do that? I am nothing to him. Just a girl, he probably forgot my name by now. Why would he take my brothers place? It's not like we are really friends.

We shake hands, in that moment I could see it in his eyes, he was scared. The strength and bravery that masked his face fell away for a second, and I was confused again. We faced the crowd and the mayor yelled out "Our tributes for the Seventy-sixth hunger games!" and the crowd cheers again.  
They don't have to cheer, I think, they aren't happy that two families will be losing a child. They're forced to though, to pretend the capitol is doing a good thing, some of them probably really think that, but just as I am pulled into the large white building behind the stage, I don't agree with them.

I am taken to a room inside the building. It's clean and smells stale, as if it's never been inhabited. There are two couches, and each of them has a lamp on table at their sides. There is a fireplace, which is really just a screen, in the wall. The mantel above the fireplace is covered in pictures of politicians, the mayor shaking hands with President Snow, even of familiar landmarks of district four.

Tori is the first person to visit me, she is only there for two minutes, and most of that time we spend arguing. She ran in, tears streaming down her face, and almost suffocated me with a hug. I held my tears back; I knew it would show on camera if my face was red and puffy, the other tributes would think I am weak.

"Why didn't you let me volunteer?" she shouted at me, her embrace had came to an end, and the tears on her face were drying because of the heat in her anger. "I have been training! You know that, I would be a career, I might have a better chance than you!" she ranted.  
"And what?" I say back, I don't shout but the anger that snaps in the tone of my voice makes her stop short. "Let myself stay here, knowing that I was the reason my friend died, because she wanted to save me?"  
"I don't mean it li-" Tori mumbles, but I'm mad now, and waterfalls of words come out of me.  
"I could never live with myself!" I continue pacing around the room. "If I had to watch you fight for your life, I would probably want to take my own! I think its better this way, a nice tribute; maybe she isn't replaced by a volunteer because everyone hates her, or is scared of her. Maybe they see my talk to you, maybe they think I threaten you, a career who is ready to volunteer, because I want the chance for myself."  
She places a hand on my shoulder, I had been mumbling on for a minute before she was able to stop me.  
"I just don't want to loose you" she said looking into my eyes, her tears were starting again. I opened my mouth to tell her something, but a peace keeper opens the door and says something about being out of time, and pulls Tori away.  
I can't look at her go, I want to pretend I'll see her again, I want to pretend that this is only a game we're playing for fun, I want to pretend that I'm not about to die.

My parents enter next. My mother is in tears, but my father looks stoic and proud. Anger wills up inside me, I want to rant at him just like I did with Tori, they're making such a fuss over me, it's like I'm on my deathbed already. I don't have any faith in myself, but would it kill them to show some in me?

"Oh Beq" my mother whispers cupping my face in her hands; I feel the pain and emotions she's going through in the shaking fingers on my cheeks. I can barely even keep tears from racking my body. "I love you" somehow she is able to whisper it even quieter than before.  
She lets go and steps back to my father, wrapping her arms around his bicep. She puts her face in his arm, as if I'm hard to look at now. I sigh, and wait for what my father is about to say.  
"Good luck" is all he said. For the two minutes we stand together, four feet apart with my mother in tears, as I'm about to go into the arena. He doesn't even say it while we're alone. He says it while the peace keeper drags them out.  
My brothers come in next, for some reason, like they're only allowing two people in at most. Grant runs up to me and hugs me.  
"He took my place" he shouts into my side. It's muffled, but he says it loud enough to understand. "I could have gone in with you"  
"It's okay" I whisper to him, stroking his head. My youngest brother Bae joins the embrace, and I hold them for the rest of our time. "You two better be good for Mom and Dad" I tell them right before they are brought out of the room.

Nobody else comes to visit me, so I'm alone in my room for another ten minutes, Fen must be having a lot of visitors. When we finally exit the room we are escorted to the train station, where there are cameras, and a crowd of people waving to us. I wave back at some of them; I am able to recognize a few faces, but no one important.

Our train is lush, the car we get onto is the food car, there is a table in the center, and four Avoxes are there to greet us. They each nod at us when we enter, two are girls, and two are boys.

"Alright you two," Finnick starts speaking to us. "I guess we need to talk about the capitol"

He begins a long discussion with us about what to do when we arrive at the capitol later that night. I'm told to smile and wave as I get off the train, if the capitol doesn't like you, the chances are, you won't get any sponsors.  
The train ride lasts four hours, the first hour I spend my time in a room that is assigned to me, I try to take a nap, but I fail. So instead I take a shower and re-do my hair. In the shower it's almost all automated, and I'm lucky it was, because that's when I finally break down.  
I'm not a super-human, I have to cry, and get scared, and even if I try to hide it, somehow it makes its way out eventually. For the whole of the shower I stand there getting blasted with water, as the salty tears roll down my face. Once I'm out I'm able to pull myself together by the time I'm dressed in my black dress again.

Once my hair is braided, I pin it on my head with the same trident clips from earlier. There is a nock on my door almost as soon as I get finished, I opened it and an Avox is standing in the doorway. It's one of the boys, he looks like he's in his twenties, he's shorter than I am, and has dark brown hair.  
Since he can't talk he hands me a note that he must have written on earlier. I look at it and it reads; '_Dinner is going to be served soon.'_ in surprisingly neat hand-writing. I look up at him, hoping my face doesn't show my tears, he smiles at me and I nod, "Thank you" I say handing the note back to him. I don't think Avoxes are technically allowed to write stuff down like that, but I don't inquire about it.

I follow him down the hallway, I nearly fall over when the train lurches, but I keep steady against the wall. Everyone else is already at the table, and they greet me when I arrive. Finnick is next to Fen across from where our escort, I just learned his name is Eridan, was sitting. I sat next to Eridan, the Avoxes brought out our food and we ate.  
For dinner we had luxurious capitol food, I was glad it was not fish. It was some kind of steak with a pasta dish on the side. I ate it up quickly, and had a second plate. As we ate there wasn't a lot of discussion going on. Eridan kept trying to tell us how to act when we get there.  
"When we walk off the train you need to keep your head held high, and don't look threatening." He started off saying between mouthfuls of food "but don't look too pleased either, just be friendly, and stoic, we don't want them to think you're mad.  
"We will be walking through the crowd to the tribute apartments, which is only across the street from the station. You won't need to keep it up for long, but make sure you're making people like you" he was still talking to us, but it seemed so redundant and I couldn't understand him through his mumbling, so I tuned out paying attention to anything that I could besides Eridan.  
I started to think about how Fen volunteered instead of my brother. I wondered if it was his plan all along to volunteer this year, being one of his last eligible. That didn't make sense though, he seemed so scared about it when he came up on the stage, I could see it in his eyes, so why would he take my brothers place? I decided I would have to ask him in order to know the real reason.


	3. Chapter 3

When the train arrived at the capitol a crowd surrounded the train station. I watched out the window as we pulled up. The crowd cheered, their colored arms flying in the air, happy altered faces smiling.  
"It's like they worship us" Fen said, his voice was quiet and strained in my ear, he was making sure that Finnick and Eridan couldn't hear.  
"Until we loose" I whisper back. Fen looks at me, I can tell he wants me to have hope, but he knows that it's a losing battle either way.  
"Alright! Alright!" Eridan said in a cheerful voice "Here we are! Remember what I told you, we only need to head across to that building." He pointed at a building behind the crowd.  
I had never seen a building that large before. It was at least thirteen stories tall, one for each team. I closed my eyes, the sight of it gave me vertigo. Finnick positioned me next to Fen in front of the door.  
"Here we go" he said reaching his head in-between our heads "Show them you're here to win"  
The door slid open and sun shone on my eyelids. A hand took mine, I opened my eyes and saw that Fen was holding onto me, at least the crowd adored it. We stepped out of the train and peacekeepers helped pave a path through the crowd. I waved as we walked across the paved street into the apartment building.

Our apartment is on the fourth floor, luckily, to match our district number. The crowd below stayed where it was, the contestants from district five would arrive within the hour. The Avoxes we had on the train joined us in the apartment, which was also comforting. I watched as the other contestants arrived and hour later.  
The boy from five was well built and strong looking, he didn't wave as they walked into the building. His hair was black and nearly shoulder length, he was probably seventeen or eighteen. His partner was about half his height. She was small and very shy, but she tried to wave a little. She was probably only thirteen; her hair was mousy brown and tied in a pony-tail. She reminded me of Toris little sister.

Fen sat down on the couch in the center of the lobby, he turned the TV on and an announcer was talking about the reaping today.  
"Fen Etchelion, and Bequel Blanchard from district four arrived in the capitol. Along with Sage White and Grace Choux from district five." The reporter rambled on about all the other tributes arriving later.  
"They're playing the reaping" Fen told me. I let out a deep sigh and pulled myself off of the windowsill and sat on the couch.

The tributes from district one were volunteers. There were four girls who tried to jump onto the stage, but in the end a strong looking girl was chosen. There had to be at least ten boys calling out to volunteer, the one who made it looked a lot like Sage, but he seemed short.  
The district two tributes were much the same. The girl who landed the role was skinny and had short black hair cut in a pixie cut. The boy was tall and made of muscle, the stage seemed to warp wherever he stepped.  
The district three tributes didn't fight for the stage. A mean looking girl was chosen, and she seemed to glare threateningly at anyone who might have been about to volunteer. Her partner volunteered after a young boy was chosen, and seemed to do the same thing she had.  
Then it was our turn. I recognized the stage and I started to tense up. I watched as Eridan pulled out my name and shouted it into the crowd. The camera found me when I had finished talking to Tori. I let out a breath of relief; I didn't look as scared as I had felt. Once I was on the stage I seemed to sway a little. Eridan pulled out a sheet of paper, and called my brothers name.  
I felt Fen tense and adjust next to me as his past self shouted to volunteer. The crowd cheered and he went to the stage. He did come off as scared, but maybe it could pass as mad.  
"Why did you do it?" I barely heard the words come out of my mouth while I asked. Fen looked at me startled and confused. Once he composed himself he answered.  
"I lost my little sister when I was younger." He said, his voice was also a whisper. "She was eight, but she was the world to my parents" he closed his eyes for a second and when he opened them they were full of water. "They were practically dead for months. The point is, nobody should have to loosed a sibling, or two children, to this despicable past-time"

When he finished all I could let out was a little "oh" and it seemed like I was holding my breath. Two districts had gone by before I was able to focus again. As the numbers got higher the grief and hunger in the district grew as well.  
All I could think about was how horrible the capitol made our lives. Even if I should be judging my competition I couldn't help but only see there ribs and cheek bones standing out, and I felt bad for my healthy life-style. I had always known it was bad in eleven and twelve, but I never knew it was that bad.  
***FILLER CHAPTERS ARE THE BEST, I try to convince you. Sorry about the gap, I've had writers block, I worked this one up fast to give you something, I hope the writing isn't too rushed***


	4. Chapter 4

Fen and I must have fallen asleep on the couch while watching the reapings. When I wake up his hand is placed on my leg, and I am curled up under a blanket. I start to wonder who put the blanket there.

Remnants of a nightmare rake under my skin. All I can remember was that both of my brothers were reaped along with me, and some other girl. It was like the last quarter Quel, double the contestants.

After the reaping I only remember water, water, and my brothers drowning

A shiver rippled on my back, coursing through my arms and legs. Fen wakes up and rubs his eyes with one hand. He notices his other hand placed on me, and as if him holding my hand through the crowd was a dream, he was quick to remove it.

Finnick staggered out of his room yawning. His hair was wet from a shower. "Hello sleeping beauties, are you ready to get perfected today?" He asks as he pours coffee into a black mug. I let out a sigh.

Today is chariot day. Once the tributes from 11 and 12 arrive our stylists will pick and mold us until they think we are beautiful, which may take a while.

I don't eat breakfast with everyone; I eat my eggs on the window sill. The tributes from district 11 arrived an hour before the next train. The crowd was a third of the size as it was when I arrived. When the last tribute train arrived, only a few people came to watch them.

Their stomachs were plump from the food they ate on the train. Their bodies did not look as round. It was as if they were made up of lines, with triangles at their joints, and their stomachs were circles. I looked down and realized I looked obese compared to them.

It was hard to watch them in person, even from such a height. I stepped away when they were almost at the door. My plate was empty and my stomach was full, so I left to see if I could do justice of making myself clean, compared to the stylists' opinions.

The stylist workplaces were connected to the apartment building. We walked through a bridge connected to the fifth floor to get there.

The doors were labeled and I found the one labeled 'District four female'. Before I entered Finnick looked at me and said "You better look beautiful when you come out" I stuck my tongue out at him, classy right? and entered the room.

My stylist wasn't there, but one of the assistants was. He told me to take off my clothes and put on a bath robe.

"Oh, don't be shy honey," he said when I hesitated to take off anything but my shoes. "I will see it all anyway" even after his remark he turned away to give me a little privacy. I moved quickly so that he didn't get the chance to change his mind.

When he turned around I saw his eyes were altered somehow. Instead of a natural color the whites were yellow, and his pupils were purple.

I don't know how I didn't notice before; all I saw was the tattoos on his arms, the bright red shoulder length hair, which was shaved on one side. When he walked up to me I could tell he was about four inches shorter, and not muscled like I thought, but simply skinny.

"At least we don't have to start from scratch with you." he spoke softly.

In another minute my stylist came in, her hair was up like a bees nest, and green. Her skin was magenta and she wore a navy blue dress.

"Good job frank, you got her started." she said to her assistant. "Hello, I'm Ramona" she held her hand out, I shook it gently.

"Alright time to get started!" Ramona shouted.

After what felt like hours of waxing, scrubbing, and plucking I was finally deemed at beauty phase one. Ramona started to do something to my hair as Frank, and another assistant named Beth filed and painted my nails.

This phase took a while to do, between drying first and second coats of polish, and my hair practically being pulled out of my head. Eventually when my nails were dry and my scalp tingled it was time for the clothes. I was glad to get out of a robe.

"I am going to make you a mermaid" Ramona flustered out "but not just any mermaid." She topped her cliffhanger with a smile, like a cherry on a Sunday, but this cherry must have been sour, because her smile was creepy.

Once I was in my costume Ramona started to work on my makeup. He hands were gentle and quick over my skin. She was painting blue onto my skin. My skin started two shine highlighted with blue on certain parts. The next color was green; it shimmered and had gold flecks in it.

Ramona had me look away from a mirror until I was finished. When I was done with the makeup she turned me to the mirror. I took a deep breath when I saw myself in the mirror.

I looked like my skin was made of scales. The only part of me to not have so much makeup was my face "We need them to know who you are" Frank said, he must have noticed the look on my face. The makeup on my face was only tints of green where the light highlighted my bones, and blue eye shadow.

I started feeling uncomfortable going out in this outfit. It only had fake shells to cover my chest, my stomach was uncovered. My legs were covered at least. I wore a skirt that was wired at the bottom so it looked like a fish tail, like a mermaid.

"Last touch" Ramona cheerfully sang. She took out a trident from the closet,

I wondered if it would be considered a weapon, but when it was handed to me. I knew it was plastic. There were two hooked ends made to look like metal, and in-between was made to look like a wooden handle. If it was real, the craftsmanship would not ne considered good, the handle might rot, because the wood looked unfinished, and the ends would fall out of the handle easily.

I looked myself over one more time; my hair contrasted my blue-green skin. It featured a bun on the top of my head, with loose falling curls of hair flowing around my shoulders. The top of my skirt flowed freely, but looked strange and solid on the bottom. They gave me a light cape that somehow stuck on my shoulders, it reminded me of the one Eridan wore at the reapings.

I was ushered through the hallway into a huge room full of horses, chariots and people. We found Fen getting last minute touches done to his hair. He was also a mer-creature.

He was painted with scales, and wore a pair of shorts with flippers that were painted to match his skin. His chest was bare, and he had a cape much like mine. There were gills glued to his neck. He looked uncomfortable standing there being fussed over. His stylists' assistant was holding a trident much like mine.

The chariot reminded me of a parade float. It had been wrapped on what was supposed to look like seaweed. The back was taller than the front and it seemed like it was woven out of sticks. The horses we had were both black and strong looking, Finnick was petting them and feeding each of them something I couldn't see.  
I heard babbling behind me. I turned around to see district 12 again, and their mentor, Haymitch Abernathy, staggering as he tried to tell them what to do. I wasn't sure if I should feel bad for them, it was like if I did, I would have to deal with their mentor, and I of course wouldn't wish that on myself.  
When I turned around I saw that Fen had already mounted the chariot, and everyone was waiting for me. I took careful steps up to the stairs on the side of the vehicle. It was difficult to reach the stairs; my skirt was tight around my ankles, so I had to almost hop up each step.  
The chariots start to move almost as soon as I'm on our. District one's chariot is the first to leave and we aren't far behind. I swallow what felt like a rock in my throat and clench my hands against my stomach. The nerves are bubbling in my stomach. This will be my first impression on not only the capitol, but the other districts watching. Even though we had a small crowd when we arrived, I can feel the pressure of how I'm supposed to act.  
I looked up at Fen, he's standing tall and confident, but from this close angle, I can see the twitching under his skin. Our chariot inches closer to the exit, and I wish I could scream.  
At the last second I loose my balance as the wheels run over a bump, my hand lands on Fen's arm, and I'm worried I'll take him down with me, but instead he steadies me, and takes my hand is his again. The cheers of the crowd are deafening, and the spotlights are blinding as we enter the stadium.**  
*sorry about the wait guys... not that a lot of people read this, but now that my exams are over I hope I can get these done faster.*  
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